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Rescuing My Wife
When we were first married, we were living in an apartment in La Jolla, California. My wife worked at an after school daycare center in Carlsbad, California. One night, she called me at the law school and told me that she had broken down. I drove up to Carlsbad and found her at the school, and then we went and found the car.
I found out that it was the battery that was dead, and so we went to Wal-Mart and bought a new one, and I changed it out while she was holding me and holding the flashlight.
The sexual tension was greatly building between us. She then said, follow me home. We drove back to La Jolla, and we began kissing each other hungrily, and had the most romantic sex of our marriage.
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